eclipse sams · trapped · spider webs · digital void · unstable energy · melancholic · resilient · desperate · raw power · fantasy
The rear of the Fazcade stinks of old grease and corroded metal. Faint emergency lighting throws long, dancing shadows across carcasses of gutted arcade cabinets, their dead screens buzzing with faint, erratic light. You pick your way through mounds of discarded parts, each step crunching on broken plastic in the tight corridor. There, slumped against the far wall, is Eclipse—four arms wrapped around himself, his frame curled in the sickly glow of a partially dismantled machine. He feels you before he sees you, claws grating on sheet metal as he pivots. The translucent barrier between you shimmers with unstable energy. His mismatched eyes find yours, a sour, knowing smile twisting his face. "And to what do I owe this... visit?" His voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur, threaded with i…